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RELEASE BLITZ: A Taste of Honey by Ari McKay

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Boone Phillips asks his cross-dressing best friend, Rob “Honey” Coombs, to pretend to be his girlfriend at a family reunion, where he begins to wonder if he’s really as straight as he’s always believed. When an earth-shattering kiss sends Rob running to protect his heart, Boone has to convince Rob to give him another chance, or his first taste of Honey might also be his last.

 

 

 

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Release Date: 3/9/16
Romantic Pairing: M/M
Book Length: 32,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Gay Romance, Crossdressing, Humor

EXCERPT:

He escorted Honey into the club, which was only about half full. That would change as the night wore on and the dancing got started, but for now they were led to a booth near the stage at the edge of one of the dance floors. Boone seated Honey, then slid in beside her as the hostess handed them menus.

Unlike Rob, Honey didn’t maintain a friendly distance. Instead, she scooted close, aligning her thigh against his, and looked at his menu instead of her own. “How hungry are you?” she asked, gazing at him with an all too innocent look in her wide blue eyes. Up close, Boone could see the artfully applied cat eyeliner enhanced by mascara on her natural lashes rather than the large fake lashes she wore when she performed. “We could start with nachos or maybe the stuffed jalapeno peppers and margaritas, of course.”

“I could definitely use a margarita,” Boone said. He couldn’t drink too much, since he was driving, but he felt the need for a little liquid fortification to get through this date with his sanity intact. He kept having to drag his gaze away from Honey, because he was far too fascinated with examining every detail. “The stuffed jalapenos are good, if you want to start with those.”

“Sure, we can share them. I like a little hot spice, don’t you?” she asked, all innocence, but Boone wasn’t fooled.

Boone stared at Honey, weighing his options. He could go through the evening feeling like he was out of his depth, or he could get himself under control and dish out some payback. He knew why Rob was doing this, after all; he wanted to prove that Boone’s plan wouldn’t work because Boone wouldn’t be able to act naturally with Honey. Even though Boone had already decided that he wasn’t going to go through with the plan anyway, his natural competitive streak had been roused, and he wanted to show Honey—and Rob—that he could give as well as he got. It was a game, after all, and Boone wrote games for a living, so he had to try to see if he could win.

“Definitely. Why do you think I asked you out, Ms. Honey?” he drawled with all the southern charm he had.

“Well, I’d like to think it’s because you have exquisite taste and finally noticed the perfection that’s been under your nose all along.” Honey leaned back and gave him a pointed look. “But we both know this level of hotness is too much for you.”

“This is a level of hotness I never even knew existed.” Boone tilted his head to one side, giving her a wink. “But I think I could get to like it.”

“That’s pretty big talk for a straight boy.” Honey nestled closer and leaned her head on his broad shoulder, and he caught a whiff of sandalwood. “I’m not sure you can walk the walk,” she added, stroking his chest with one perfectly manicured hand.

It’s just a game Honey—Rob—is playing with me, Boone told himself firmly. There was no reason to think of it as being anything more. Rob wasn’t really coming on to him, after all, and it wasn’t as if he had never touched his best friend.

“Oh, you might be surprised,” Boone replied. He slid his arm around Honey’s shoulders and leaned closer, breathing deeply. “I like your perfume. Sandalwood is one of my favorite scents. I think the only thing that’s better is cinnamon.”

He felt rather than heard her draw in a startled breath, but then she relaxed against him. “Does that mean if I wore a cinnamon scented perfume, you’d want to eat me up?”

Boone smiled to himself. One point for me. “Now that is an intriguing idea,” he replied. He’d never been big into flirtation before, but he was starting to think he could learn a thing or two from Honey. “Cinnamon scented Honey. Sounds like you could bottle that and make a fortune.”

ABOUT THE AUTHORS:

Ari McKay is the professional pseudonym for Arionrhod and McKay, who collaborate on original m/m fiction. They began writing together in 2004 and finished their first original full length novel in 2011. Recently, they’ve begun collaborating on designing and creating costumes to wear and compete in at Sci Fi conventions, and they share a love of yarn and cake.

Arionrhod is an avid costumer, knitter, and all-around craft fiend, as well as a professional systems engineer. Mother of two human children and two dachshunds who think they are human, she is a voracious reader with wildly eclectic tastes, devouring romance novels, military science fiction, horror stories and Shakespeare with equal glee. She is currently preparing for the zombie apocalypse.

McKay is an English teacher who has been writing for one reason or another most of her life. She also enjoys knitting, reading, cooking, and playing video games. She has been known to knit in public. Given she has the survival skills of a gnat, she’s relying on Arionrhod to help her survive the zombie apocalypse.

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BOOK BLITZ: Screaming Down Splitsville by Kayla Bashe

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Screaming Down Splitsville by Kayla Bashe
Publisher: Torquere Press
Release Date: 2/24/16
Pairing: F/F
Length: 11,300 words
Categories: Alternative Universe, Fantasy, Historical, Lesbian Romance, New Adult, Paranormal

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Screaming Down Splitsville takes place in an alternate 1950s where two groups of people with magical powers fight for dominance. Flip, a young lesbian, thinks her healing powers are completely useless. After her escape from a lab, she’s been grounded to a safe base, and while everyone else is on important missions, she keeps the fridge stocked and fixes the plumbing. However, when a chance coincidence sends her on a solo rescue mission, Flip has a surprising reunion with a woman from her past.

Unable to speak after a botched cleft palate surgery, Emma-Rose grew up half-wild in the Southern backwoods- until strangers discovered her magical powers and imprisoned her in a laboratory of torture. Her one salvation was the woman in the next cell, Flip. Now Flip’s returned, and according to her, they’ll both make it to safety. But Emma’s plans have failed so many times that she has no hope left to lose.

As the two women seek to evade their pursuers, their friendship rekindles, and they are forced to confront both enemies and insecurities.

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Her eyes were strikingly, startlingly brown, as sharp as knives. She was dark-haired, tangle-curled, as skinny as a feral cat– and just as vulnerable.

Flip sat down hard, clapping both hands over her mouth to stifle a cry.

My Emma Rose, Flip thought. My girl in the next cell. No one else ever came for her. Had she not known she was here for all that time? Had she never escaped?

Slowly, she moved closer to the cage. Distrust flashed over Emma’s face, and she startled backwards. Don’t touch me, her instinctive sneer said. Yet for all her primal bravery, her thin shoulders trembled with fear more than cold. Flip dared to spread her awareness. Bruises speckling her skin, old wounds improperly stitched, intestines that knotted up for lack of food; a body that was digging into its deepest resources, and had been for some time. Emma’s chest rose and fell, as if she expected at any moment to fight for her life.

“Easy now,” Flip whispered. She raised her hands, splayed her fingers: I am holding no weapon. She took one step forward, then another. Knelt down, so close that Emma could have raked her nails across her face. Those eyes, brown as a tiger’s, stared solemnly back.

Consciously Flip slowed and deepened the rhythms of her body. She sent a wave of power towards Emma, soothing and comforting. “You remember me, I know you do. If you can still hear me, try to breathe with me, be with me. I came back.”

Stitches that had been ripped open by struggling closed neatly together. Bruises faded in seconds. And fierce tightness began to unwind from bony, pale limbs as the iron shackles of fear released their hold.

Author Bio

Kayla Bashe is a performer/writer studying at Sarah Lawrence College. Her work has been published by Solarpunk Press, Torquere Press, Vitality Magazine, and tons of zines. Find her on Twitter at @KaylaBashe!

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BOOK BLITZ: Taking a Chance by Emjay Haze

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takingachance COVERNew college graduate, Ethan Moore, flies to San Francisco for a job interview with an advertising firm. The interview goes so well that he decides to blow off some steam at a gay club. He meets a gorgeous man at the bar who seduces him, but then leaves his hotel room in the morning with only a note. A few weeks later, Ethan begins his new job and discovers that the man he slept with is his new boss, Chance Harlow. He’s fallen for the playboy, but wants to keep their relationship strictly professional until he can prove himself to the company. He’s failing miserably as Chance tries seducing Ethan every chance he gets, and Ethan keeps succumbing to his advances.

 

Ethan is selected to accompany Chance to Bali for a huge account will be spending ten days at a luxurious resort with the man he’s fallen in love with. Chance has made his intentions known, and has told Ethan that he’s here to have fun on this trip, and he won’t pressure him, but if Ethan doesn’t want him, there are plenty of men who will. Ethan struggles with this until one evening, they are in the hot tub with two hot swingers who want to play. Ethan flees to his room to get drunk after watching Chance make out with one of the men. Chance storms in the room a little while later, angry because his thoughts of Ethan are keeping him from having fun with other men. Ethan realizes his mistake and finally confesses his love for Chance and they make love. They spend the rest of the trip making up for lost time. When they get home from their successful business trip, Ethan realizes that no one cares if he and Chance are an item after all.

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Release Date: 2/3/16
Pairing: M/M
Book Length: 45,100 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance

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While Ethan sipped on his cocktail watching the dirty dancing on the floor, a six foot-two, dark-haired man wearing black boots and skintight leather pants entered the club.  His eyes cased the room as he stood at the entrance, confidence dripping from the man’s stance to his gaze. He slipped off his leather jacket to display a black beater, showcasing muscular arms and just a faint bit of hair on his broad chest, which drew gasps from several onlookers and hopeful prey.  The man found his target wading through the hoard of oglers in various stages of intoxication over to the bartender at the opposite end from where Ethan sat.

“Chance.” Andre, the bartender’s eyes lit up as he greeted his longtime friend who was quite the looker. He poured him his usual, a Vodka Tonic with a twist and at the same time, turned his head and gave a nod towards Ethan, who was still nursing his second drink, staring at the dance floor like a deer in headlights. Chance’s eyes followed Andre’s gaze and landed on their mark. “Cute.”

“He ordered one of these,” Andre divulged, sliding the glass to Chance.

“Huh,” Chance said, giving the brown hair, brown eyed cutie a long once over.  He emptied his glass in one gulp, asked Andre for two more, and drifted over to the hottie sitting alone at the end of the bar. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked in a seductive tone of voice.

Ethan started to say “No thank you”, but as he looked up, he saw sparkling blue eyes and jet black hair attached to a long, muscular body. His leather pants left nothing to the imagination as Ethan could make out the outline of the man’s cock, and he just stared, lips slightly parted, taking a gulp. After an awkward pause, “Uh, sure, I’ll have a…”
“Vodka Tonic with a twist?” Chance interrupted, handed the glass to Ethan. A little smirk formed at the edge of the man’s mouth as.

“How did you…?”

“Lucky guess,” Chance lied, as his eyes roamed over the other man’s small, taut, muscular body. “How long have you been here?”

“Just a couple of days; I’m staying at a hotel a few blocks away and…”

“No, babe,” Chance let out a throaty chuckle, “I meant, how long have you been sitting here all alone?” His arm was propped against the bar, his body leaning against it, legs going on for miles. His shirt rode up just enough to expose a hint of skin at the man’s torso. Ethan gulped again.

“Oh,” Ethan blushed, looking away. “Not long.” He’d never been talked to this way before.  It was terrifying and exciting at the same time.

“What’s your name, sexy?” The man persisted, confident that he’d get what he wanted in the end.

“Ethan Mo…”

“Ethan.” He interrupted again, letting the name slip off his tongue. “Chance,” he replied. Chance didn’t do last names.

“Chance?” Ethan raised his eyebrow. Interesting name.

“As in take a chance.” The man winked, motioning to one the tables. “Wanna sit where it’s a little more comfortable?”
Before Ethan could answer, Chance reached for his hand, and tugged him off the stool. Ethan bounced as his feet hit the floor and followed the man still holding his hand towards the tables near the dance floor. This is what you were looking for, remember? Ethan reminded himself, suddenly feeling self conscious, looking around the room.  No one gave him a second glance.

Chance grabbed a table and pulled out a chair for Ethan, taking the seat next to him. They sipped their cocktails, making harmless small talk, where Chance learned that Ethan’s favorite artist was Katy Perry.  When I kissed a Girl came blaring from the speakers, Chance grabbed Ethan’s hand again. “Let’s dance.”

Ethan nodded, following the gorgeous man to the floor where he noticed several men staring now, all directed at his dance partner. Ethan walked a little prouder knowing that he was the lucky one Chance had chosen.

Chance swiveled his hips and threw his head back, keeping in rhythm with the music.  Ethan just stood gazing at him for a moment. Chance gave Ethan a lustful smirk. “Here, babe, put your hands on my hips, just like that,” Chance encouraged, placing his own hands around Ethan’s waist. Ethan let Chance and the music move him, while his gaze remained on his gorgeous dance partner. Ethan was smitten with the dark haired beauty.

The music slowed down and Chance pulled Ethan close to his body, wrapping his arms around him, allowing Ethan to nuzzle his chest. Chance raised his hand from his waist, towards his neck, stopping at the back of Ethan’s head to thread his hands through the soft brown hair, as he whispered into his ear. “Mm Ethan, you feel nice.” Chance made Ethan feel like he was the only man in the room, and he liked it.

“Uh, huh, you too.” Ethan agreed, as he breathed in the scent of Chance, making him dizzy with desire. Maybe it was the third drink, but he didn’t think so; the man was just intoxicating.

Chance lowered his hands, resting them on Ethan’s ass. Ethan didn’t back away, so Chance gave his buttocks a squeeze, massaging the cheeks when a soft moan escaped Ethan’s lips. Chance never took his eyes off Ethan as they danced. He pressed his crotch against him, grinding into the smaller man.

Ethan’s heartbeat sped up as his cock enjoyed the friction, and by the feel of the bulge in Chance’s pants pressing into him, he knew the other man was just as turned on as he was. “Um, Chance?”

“Yeah, babe?” Chance never stopped moving, but looked down at his partner, who was nearly a head shorter than he was.

Ethan looked up at those piercing blue eyes and felt warm all over.

“Um, I just…” Ethan blushed, not sure how to continue as he dropped his gaze.

Chance leaned forward, picking up Ethan’s chin, gently pecking him the lips. Surprised at first, Ethan gave into the kiss. Chance swirled his tongue along Ethan’s lips until he gained entrance, devouring the other man’s mouth. All of the uneasiness that Ethan had felt earlier melted away in Chance’s arms. He’d never been kissed that way before; he felt dizzy with desire. He kissed him back.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Emjay Haze is the pen name for a wife, mother and avid fan-fiction writer in the gay romance genre. She resides in Northern Virginia with her husband, two teenagers, a dog, cat, hamster, gecko, and several fish. She always loved writing, and decided to pursue a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University where she graduated with high honors in April, 2015.  Her interests include music and pop culture and she is an advocate for the LGBT community.  Her stories delve into all types of romantic relationships, with a focus on first times and new encounters in a light-hearted style to show that everyone deserves love no matter whom they are or who they love.  Her goal is to gain a diverse readership and broaden the minds of those who might not normally pick up a ‘gay’ romance because it’s more about the person than the sexuality.                

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BOOK BLITZ: Snowed In, a M/M Anthology by L.J. Hamlin, Lynn Townsend, Jessica Chase, Logan Zachary, Leigh Ellwood, Emjay Haze, Tray Ellis, Kassandra Lea

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Snowed In is a wintery blend of frost, snow, and romance from eight of Torquere Press’ M/M authors.

Winter storms are dangerous, and in Celibate Cold by Lynn Townsend, Topher finds himself stranded in one when his car slides into a ditch. Alone and scared, he tries to walk home in the blizzard but ends up at Chase’s house, desperately in need of help.

Can an accident on Luke and Tom’s annual hike lead to them becoming more than good friends? Find out in Jessica Chase’s Falling for Love!

In This Winter’s Night by Kassandra Lea, Barry is devastated when he realizes he spends more time talking to his horses than his boyfriend—but that’s about change.

These snow angels have a devilish side! Huey and Tommy think their neighbor Marshall would be a naughty, fun addition to their snow day in Snow Angels by Leigh Ellwood.

In Snow Job by Logan Zachary, winter doesn’t always come with a chill—sometimes it’s smokin’ hot! For Lance and Leo, snowbound and icicles are about to take on whole new meanings.

Beau and Leon are two strangers on a chairlift. When Leon—the “experienced” skier—laughs at himself, Beau looks at him in a whole new light in Taking the Fall Line by Tray Ellis.

In Snowy Reunion by Emjay Haze, Steven wonders if he even has a boyfriend since Jonathan walked out after their last argument. But Jonathan surprises Steven during a ski trip and it just might save their relationship.

Seeking the elusive Yeti is Joel’s passion, but he finds more than he bargained for in Adventures of a Yeti Hunter by L.J. Hamlin.

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Publisher:  Torquere Press
Release Date:  1/27/16
Book Length: 44,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Anthology

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Chase squinted. Of course it wasn’t a yeti, he thought. But the creature who was stumbling in his direction was covered in snow from the thighs down and his coat was thick with ice crystals. He had a hat crammed low down over his ears, but no gloves, and his sleeves were crusted with more snow. He’d probably fallen a few times, to judge by the smears of white down his front.

By the time Chase had identified the intruder as being nothing more than a man, his visitor was nearly to the porch. The man’s teeth were chattering so hard that he couldn’t seem to force intelligible words out. Chase caught a few mumbled syllables.

“Well, you look like three miles of bad road,” Chase said. He helped the man up the stairs and then impartially started brushing snow off his back, not really paying attention to where his hands were until the man startled when Chase’s hands came down on his ass, smacking snow away.

The stranger whirled, his brown eyes wide.

Chase held his hands out to his sides, harmless. “No point in trackin’ that all in m’house, man, and you look a bit chilled to do it yourself.”

The man nodded, stomped off his feet as best he could, which wasn’t very well. Chase sighed. The guy was wearing fucking Oxfords, for Christ’s sweet sake. He’d be lucky if he had any toes left at all. Fool.

“Sex,” the man said.

“What?” Chase had to have misheard that. He stuck a finger—snow covered, and cold—into his ear as if to clear it out. Or wind up his brain. “What did you say?”

“Six. Six miles of bad road.”

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